The Importance of Prayer

The man led me unresisting into the vestry where he found my cask and stole laid out in front of him. The stole was not green as I would have expected for a normal Sunday mass nor was it violet or red or any other liturgical color. Instead it was a pale, sickly yellow. At that moment the bell rang to mark the start of the mass. It was a single, jarring tone that cut through the air and it made me almost double over in pain so badly did it pierce into my pounding skull. When the liturgy of the word began I watched in silent dread as the altar server stepped to the pulpit to deliver the first weaving. He stood

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